'Greek' recap: The battle for Cappie

Last night’s episode of Greek had me wondering: Can they do that? Of course, I’m talking about Casey’s drunken rendezvous with the 16-year-old Jonah. A mere high schooler! Or maybe the question is: Should they be doing that? I may just be getting old, but I don’t think it’s too responsible of ABC Family to air a consequence-less storyline with potential legal implications. As Ashleigh questioned,“You might be on To Catch a Predator!”

Granted, I guess no one was hurt and maybe repercussions are coming down the line, but it just felt a little unsettling to me. While Casey wasn’t exactly proud of her beer-induced uh-oh, it seems that a show like this, which caters to younger viewers, should have penalties in store for its characters’ bad actions. Oh, what the hell am I talking about? They drink and all get-out all the time! Carry on with your law-breaking ways! But, seriously, for a minute: It was a rather good farce because Jonah — no way, no how — looks like he could be in high school. I was totally hoodwinked! But didn’t the Enforcer (aka Lizzie) check his ID at the bar? Were we supposed to infer that because she was so taken with his eyes — and the fact that he’s an organ donor — that she missed the fact that his birth year said 1991 instead of 1986? Oof.

Since I’m on the subject of Casey, let’s talk Greek’s hottest love triangle. Or, fastest fading one. I keep going back and forth on this one. I love Rebecca with Cappie (pictured) because her fabulously bitchiness, in some weird way, that brings out the sly cuteness in him. It’s like he can’t wait to go along with her dastardly plans, which is delicious to me. At the same time, Casey and Cappie are a classic with their drawn-out, storied history and Greek power thing going on. In the end, I’m a sucker for a power couple with long-term potential, so I’ll admit it: I want to see Rebecca go down. Consider me fully on Team Casey.

Over at Kappa Tau, Spitter and his pledge class were trying to figure outtheir pledge project. I laughed out loud, quite loud I might add, whenthe camera first panned to Spitter and he was sitting in a fenced areawith dog ears behind a sign that said “Beware of Pledges.” Genius! But this storyline sort of irritated me. The otherpledges were unnecessarily mean to Spitter. Yeah, maybe he didn’t makethe best choices in the first semester with splitting his time betweenthem and Jen K., but give him a break! And, honestly, what frat boysreally don’t like videogames? I thought Spitter’s Kappa Tau-Tris lookedfreakin’ awesome, and it was such a great idea! But I see the allure ofthe brewery, too, even if the beer is only drinkable by Beaver. Thisstoryline did yield one of my favorite exchanges of theevening, though. When Spitter went to talk to Casey about his problemswith his pledge brothers, he said: “These are my pledge brothers. Rightnow, it’s like we’re a boy band — and I’m the fat one.” Casey’spitch-perfect response? “It’s pronounced Fatone.” I’m literally sitting here worshiping the writers of Greek. When you can squeeze a Joey Fatone joke in like that so seamlessly, you deserve nothing but accolades.

Away from the frat and sorority houses, a friendly battle betweenDale and Calvin brewed. Dale, in his cloyingly conservative Christianway, took offense at Calvin’s homosexuality and told him, “Let me fixyou.” The good-natured Calvin let him try, and Dale attemptedretraining Calvin’s brain with association tricks involving rottenbananas and sit-downs with his Purity Pledge group. None of it workedand Calvin finally convinced Dale that he’s happy as a gay man. But thebest part of this storyline was a revelation that was quickly batteddown but was oh-such-a-long-time in coming: The notion that Dale might possibly begay. “Have you ever thought that the reason you’re trying to turn mestraight is because, deep down inside, you might be gay?” Calvin said toDale. “Let’s look at the evidence: You don’t have sex with women, youlike to knit, you appreciate the male form, and I’ve seen you run —it’s a little swishy.” Granted, he denied it — and Calvin totallyaccepted it — but Dale’s response had me chuckling: “I know I’m notgay, but that’s what you gays do. You indoctrinate. If I don’t stayvigilant, you know, sooner or later I could end up with my own Bravo TVshow.” Even in Greek’s slightly heightened world of comedy,this storyline felt real. Sure, I’m not convinced too many gay men wouldhave indulged Dale’s bigoted attempts, but the message from Calvin atthe end — “Isn’t that what college is for? Changing our beliefs?” — waspowerful.

But what do you think, PopWatchers? Declare yourself in the battlefor Cappie: Team Rebecca or Team Casey? Where do you stand on the wholeCasey-sleeping-with-a-16-year-old-hottie thing? And doesn’t next week’sAnimal House-esque romp look like a blast?